One Sword Nine Ya

When Chen Weichen left, the sun was rising over the sea, and the clouds were shining.

He was walking on the mountain road in the forest where the mist had just cleared, together with Ye Jiuya.Xie Lang and Wen Hui were behind, and the two developed a gratifying friendship, probably because they both love to talk.

——I only heard whispers coming from behind from time to time.

"I said, Lang Ranhou, why did you follow us?"

"That's Lord Ye Jian — no matter what you were doing before, if you don't stick yourself to him and keep up with him when you meet him, wouldn't it be a big loss!"

"You are the same as my son, you belong to the dog skin plaster—is it really that good?"

"What kind of person is Sword Master Ye? Some insights—more worthwhile than memorizing the "Nanhua Sutra" for 100 years!"

"Master Ye Jian," Chen Weichen couldn't help provocatively saying, "You are really loved by people in the immortal way."

The man's expression didn't change at all, as if he didn't hear it.

Then I heard Wen Hui continue to say: "Sword intent—what's the use?"

Xie Lang's voice was even lower: "Master Ye Jian became famous at a young age, and people in my Taoism praised it as 'collecting the mastery of sword skills and developing the ancestral style of sword intent'. But this sword intent is different from other families. Tripping, can break the demon! The demon is the biggest obstacle on the road of cultivating immortals. Originally, you can only fight it by yourself, but when the ruthless sword comes out..."

"Master Ye Jian is so powerful, how is it compared to one emperor, three monarchs and fourteen princes?"

"Compared to Fourteen Hours—needless to say, people like me, with superficial knowledge, can't handle a single sword. According to rumors in the Immortal Dao, Ye Jianzhu and Lanshan Lord Lu Lanshan are either evenly matched, or slightly superior. Compared with Yanlong You are much taller, and as for Lord Wanqi... his whereabouts are uncertain, he only loves to travel around the world, I have never seen him when I was young, and everyone does not know how deep he is."

"Then... how old is Ye Jianzhu now?"

Chen Weichen's eyes lit up, and while watching Ye Jiuya's expression, he pricked up his ears.

"This..." Xie Lang said shyly, "It's probably only a few years older than me."

Seeing that Wen Hui felt disgusted, Xie Lang remedied: "In the journey of cultivating immortals, we really value wisdom and understanding. Ye Jianzhu was able to revive the Jiange alone when he was young, and our emperor who doesn't know whether he is dead or alive now—— He is also a celestial being, and when he first entered the immortal way, he swept the Tianhe River with his sword, and became famous all over the world. Afterwards, he defeated three kings and fourteen princes in a row, went up the Huandang Mountain to reach the sky, and climbed to the peak of the immortal way..."

"Then how does your emperor compare with Lord Ye Jian?"

"But we can't know that the two were not at the same time. When the one was crowned emperor in the Futian Palace of Huandang Mountain, Ye Jianzhu was still young and hadn't gone down to Jiange Mountain. There was no news of the two meeting each other after that." Xie Lang He sighed, maybe he hadn't expressed enough, and returned to the topic just now: "It can be seen that the matter of cultivating immortals is related to the fate of heaven, not human power, like your son—"

"..." Chen Weichen was ridiculed again for no reason, and really didn't know how to react.

Just when the moisture on the mountain road hadn't receded, he was still able to wrestle on the flat ground, but now he was even more frightened and struggling to move - Ye Jiuya beside him ignored him and showed no sign of wanting to help, so he turned his head and gave Wen Hui a cool look.

The boy had no choice but to stop chattering with the Taoist priest, and stepped forward to look at his young master, lest he be unlucky and accidentally fall off the cliff and die.

Chen Weichen asked Ye Jiuya: "Sword Master, where are you going after you go down the mountain?"

"Mortal world."

Wen Hui heard the words, quickly snatched the folding fan from Chen Weichen's hand, lest he forget to look at the road after shaking it.

But even without such a pretentious weapon, it still doesn't hurt Mr. Chen's arrogant demeanor: "Where is the mortal world?——I know Zhongzhou very well."

"The old capital of Central Continent."

"Splendid Ghost City?"

Ye Jiuya gave a faint "hmm".

Xie Langhuang shook his whisk: "It's just right - Xiaodao can practice ghost hunting there."

Wen Hui shivered.

The world here is divided into fourteen continents - which is also the origin of the name Fourteen Marquis.

Central Continent is the largest, and the other thirteen are all dependent, separated by the sea.

If there is an emperor in the world who takes Zhongzhou into his pocket, sits on the world, and passes through the Dao, the Dragon Court will be crowned emperor just around the corner.

But as the storyteller Mr. Zhou said, the world has been divided for a long time, and each has his own emperor, but there is no one who can echo the world.Wars are raging everywhere, especially in Central Continent—except for the Southern Dynasty, which is retreating to the edge, which is the last prosperous place of smoke and willows, there is nowhere there is a scene of peace.

"My father and mother take me very seriously. Except for the territory of the Southern Dynasty, I am not allowed to go anywhere." Chen Weichen said: "Now that Lord Ye Jian is by my side, I think I will be released smoothly."

The four of them went down the mountain, and since Chen Weichen slipped out quietly with only his servants, there were no carriages or horses to receive them, and they returned to the city desertedly all the way.

So he resigned from his parents, siblings, and headed north all the way.

——Before he left, he was reprimanded by Mrs. Chen, and then told "don't cause trouble to the elder" and "don't miss home", and finally took Wen Hui's hand: "Look at this little bastard."

There was a young girl leaning under the tree at the door, dressed as a maid, her eyes were lingering on Wen Hui's body, and when someone approached, she snorted coldly and walked away.

Wen Hui grinned and shouted: "Xiao Tao——I'll marry you when I come back!"

The girl spat through the wall, and after a while, a pink handkerchief embroidered with peach blossoms wrapped in a stone was thrown out of the wall.

Wen Hui picked it up, and seeing the look on his face, he was so happy that he seemed to fly to the sky.

Chen Weichen looked sourly at the side, shaking his painting fan. He went home and changed his fan. The painting was a beautiful tower in the mountains and rivers of the prosperous age, but a sad Fu was inscribed on the back.The fan covered half of his face, squeezed his throat and said: "Even if you, the beauty is in your arms, pity me, no one loves me, I will go as a slave, don't get involved—"

Ye Jiuya glanced at him lightly, obediently shut up, and followed.

When passing the city gate, I saw the fortune-teller lame leaning against the corner, shaking his head and basking in the sun.

He glanced at Ye Jiuya...felt that this man didn't seem impatient, so he stepped forward: "Old lame, old lame!"

The old cripple opened his eyes a little: "It's Mr. Chen."

"Come to my house, eat and drink, will you?"

"Of course I won't." The old cripple said slowly, "There's no joy outside."

"Guess you don't want it either," Chen Weichen said, "I'm leaving, please ask for a divination before I leave."

The old cripple picked up the broken bamboo tube, shook it casually, and handed it to him: "I'm too lazy to untie it, you just take it away."

Chen Weichen drew a lottery with a real smile, without looking at it, and stuffed it into the bag on the boy's shoulder.Without saying goodbye, he turned around and left.

"I said," Xie Lang touched Wen Hui's arm, "I didn't ask how to cultivate immortals, and I didn't ask what Ye Jian was mainly going to do, just followed up--the parting is not sad, and you don't even look at the hexagram. What kind of temper is this, son?"

"Crazy," Wen replied, "We were born in the same year, the same month, and the same day, and we have never been separated for a day—he has been like this since he was a child, and he can't change it."

"Same year, same month, same day..." Xie Lang pondered.

Chen Weichen turned his head and raised his eyebrows: "Fortune teller, you can't make a fuss about your birthday now - my yellow dog also gave birth to six cubs that day, so you count them one by one to see if they will die next year." ?”

His ability was underestimated, and the Taoist retorted angrily: "Fate! Fate is not limited to birthdays!"

Seeing that this person is so funny, Chen Weichen smiled very happily, and accidentally brought out his old problem, and immediately lost most of his anger, and walked obediently.

Ye Jiuya did what he said, and he really started to teach Chen Weichen how to cultivate immortals.

The cold air was rampaging in his bones, Chen Weichen was so painful that he almost cried out, and when he looked up, he saw two heads watching the excitement from the window of the inn, feeling that this world is really annoying.

"Ye... Sword Master Ye," he said tremblingly, "it's almost enough—although I want to cultivate immortality, I'm not in a hurry right now."

"This is the beginning," Ye Jiuya said with a blank expression, "Replacing the bones of your whole body with fairy bones is the foundation for your future enlightenment."

"What do I want to understand?"

"Wang," the man's voice was like his face, as cold and as cool as frost and snow, and even the content of his words was the same: "Forget the fate of the root of wisdom, forget the past and the future, and only live by emptiness, so as not to be bound by the laws of heaven."

"In the final analysis, I still want to forget about it." Chen Weichen was dripping with sweat, his voice was trembling, but he was still awake stubbornly, "You said, there is a precedent for this matter... But I really don't want to follow this precedent. Thank you Lang said that my three hearts are the same deep and the same shallow, so I will practice the way of immortals, Buddhas and demons—so what?"

A burst of intense pain rose from the depths of his bone marrow, and his eyes were pitch black and empty, and his clothes were drenched with sweat.

When Ye Jiuya finally let go, he came back to life.

Chen Weichen opened his eyes, and met Ye Jiuya's gaze.

"The way is from the heart, as you like." The man said lightly: "I will only change your bones for seven days. After that, the road will be difficult and dangerous, and it has nothing to do with each other."

Chen Weichen pulled out a smile: "It's really ruthless."

Slowing down, he seemed to laugh at himself: "That's right, you and I originally only had a friendship related to the strength of Nirvana."

After this period of pain passes, he still looks half dead.

Wen Hui pressed his shoulders for him: "My lord, just now I asked Xie Lang to test my wisdom roots, and he even said that I have some consonant heart and can worship under the Taoist school, and even gave me a copy of the "South China Classic"!"

Chen Weichen was very jealous: "...get out."

After that, he changed his mind again: "Forget it, don't go out, show me the scriptures."

"You also want to practice Taoism?"

"Well," Chen Weichen replied, "Then Ye Jiuya probably has some kind of demonic obstacle, and he always thinks about the Supreme Being and forgets his love."

"I don't follow him."